May I draw your attention to Hiryuu’s sword? What’s interesting is that both these pictures of King Hiryuu come from different people’s mental images: the first is Li Hazara’s, the second is Tae-Jun’s. And while the armor is quite different between these two versions, the sword is exactly the same. It’s also – with the stone at the base and the curvature in the shape of the blade – significantly different from any swords that we’ve seen anywhere else. These things make me wonder if, rather than just being a product of imagination like the rest of these images, this sword is a real, historic artifact that still exists somewhere – if it’s something that people in the present could have seen or otherwise have knowledge of. If that’s the case, I have no idea how important or relevant it would be, but, well, I’d expect a visual detail like this to mean something.
It also looks completely different from the dragon-hilted sword that Yona was shown with at the beginning of the first chapter, so, I’m pretty confident in saying that if the sword from the prophecy is a literal sword, it’s not Hiryuu’s sword.
Human Name: Crevan (Krae-vahn; meaning fox) Alexander
Embodies: Sanity and Insanity
Human Form: He had the kind of face that
stopped you in your tracks. In his short time outside the Void, he’s gotten used
to that; the sudden pause in a person’s natural expression when they looked his
way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. He’s
got that tanned Adonis look going on. Especially with that angular jaw. His
rich chocolate hair has this tousled griminess which promised finesse. He has
strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then
there’s his eyes—deep and catastrophic.
Preferred Form: A twisted crown of horns adorns
a head of perilous night. The black feathers that embellish his shoulders shook
and ruffled as if constantly tickled by a nonexistent breeze…. They trail over
him like a mass of tails, twitching and coiling as they continue on down his form.
An unnatural sentience. The abyss reflects
in the dark pools of his gaze upon a disarming magnificence and it stares back
with a timeless hunger. Whispering
of fear and longing as he debates…whether to enlighten or cast you into insanity.
When the eldest struck down the secondborne,
Catastrophe fell to the void. The Rendering left Calamity as a discombobulated
mist to be scattered to the farthest reaches of the Ether. He drifted aimlessly
through the night; soon to be forgotten… to become the sustenance of birthing
stars. However, instead of being consumed by his insatiable ilk, the leviathan
horde, Calamity turned their greed against them. Too late did these brothers
and sisters learn that no lesser force could ever consume and overtake the
essence of pure destruction without casting ruination upon themselves as a
result. Without his cognitive functions, the secondborne was pure hunger and
brutality—incapable of mercy or guilt. Then again, he had never been the
compassionate type to start with.
For ten years, Calamity plagued the void.
Hunting down his brothers and sisters. Every conquest made him stronger.
Keener. Deadly. So that one day, he could be reborn. Made anew in his own image
that was stitched together from the blood and hides of his own species. All of them, every single leviathan, would
belong to him. Well, except one.
He knew what his older brother was capable of.
Knew how devastating the betrayal of their beloved Shadowborne would affect him
the most. Rarely do leviathans come back from The Rendering. And those who do…
they come back different. Never for the better. While his lesser relatives
hunted Calamity, hoping to garner his might, Chimera retracted himself from the
Horde. Hiding deep in the Womb of the Dark Cosmos where not even Calamity could
find him. For eight years, he hid. Biding his time. Unable to save his brothers and sisters from
their unjustifiable doom. One by one, he
could feel them blinking out of existence like the warmth of flickering
candles. The anguish festered his odium for Shadowborne’s sacrilege and for
Calamity’s betrayal. First chance he got, he escaped the Void. Falling to the
mortal realms like a dying comet. For two years, he built up his own strength.
Ever the crafty little fox, he avoided the detection of Jeremiah and his band of
deific misfits as he began to unleash his own little dose of anarchy upon the
worlds. When word reached him of Calamity’s return, what a hateful grin was
birthed upon the thirdborne’s face.
the games begin….”
Within the hierarchy of the Horde, Crevan, as
he is known outside of the Void, would be considered the “thirdborne”. Or “the
third strongest brother”. While his mastery of the shadows is beneath that of
his elder brothers, his other powers make him a treacherous adversary.
Now why he is considered weaker than his older
brothers is because nearly everything he can do is based on artifices. Meaning
if you can see through it, you can overcome it. That pain you’re feeling
because of him? Not real. That nightmare? Not real. But because baser instincts
are ruled by fear, it can be hard to make your brain see past the lies. He can
cause you actual, real life pain, but Crevan prefers mind games over actually
getting his hands dirty.
He won’t always be dead set on hurting someone.
Sometimes he uses his illusions as a
teaching method to give a target insight or to overcome hurtles in their lives.
Main powers: Void Manipulation, Energy
Absorption, Teleportation, Some Elemental Control—all leviathans are capable of
these things to some extent.
Power 1: Shapeshifting: Like all leviathans,
Crevan can shapeshift, but his favorite thing to do is to transform into other
people. Especially if he plans to mess with their heads.
Illusions: He can create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to
perceive something as real through the senses (sight, sound, smell, taste, and
touch) … type of illusion they desire, or fear, but the second that someone figures
out “It’s not real! … then the illusions will wear off, … as a result
people with Enhanced Senses might be able to see through it IF they can
overcome the trickery being exacted on their minds.
Scarecrow’s “fear” gas and how everyone just loses their minds when they inhale
it. That’s how real these illusions can feel.
Fear Manipulation: Crevan can bring the fears of oneself and others to life. How?
He can see your darkest fears.
Power 4: Pain Inducement: Can cause a person
pain by psychologically making them feel
the pain. Similar to the movie “Mirrors,”
if he targets you, and hurts himself… The pain will actually be felt by whoever
he’s focused on.
Power 5: He can make an infinite amount of
copies of himself. None will be as a strong as the original, but unless you cut
them all down you won’t stop him. He is like an army of ants that just keeps
Extra Notes: Crevan’s inner world/pocket
universe is comprised of mirrors/reflective surfaces. Within each mirror is a
reflection of himself; but each reflection could be performing different tasks.
If you visit his home, there is always at least one room just filled with mirrors.
When he doesn’t travel through the void, he will use mirrors as a mode of